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Fireside
He came in the night. To take her back.
Her child body. On the ground.
Her shadow danced. By the fireside.
She breathed. She is alive.
He sat on the ground. He wept.
She is asleep. She didn't hear.
The night. They watched with him.
They waited. Until the light.
Her child body. On the ground.
Her shadow danced. By the fireside.
She breathed. She is alive.
He sat on the ground. He wept.
She is asleep. She didn't hear.
The night. They watched with him.
They waited. Until the light.
Published 4th May 2014
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4th May 2014 4:56pm
5th May 2014 8:22am
5th May 2014 7:02am
5th May 2014 8:13am
I read Tess of the d'Urbervilles when I was a child. I couldn't forget the moment when at the ancient Stonehenge, Tess lies asleep. She is allowed to sleep and awaken naturally, before she is arrested.
5th May 2014 1:58pm
5th May 2014 3:49pm
